Solace for Squirrels

I can't stop eating olives. It's nearly half past midnight, and I have been stuffing my face with them for the past 2 hours. The worst thing about eating olives is that there's a visible record of how many you've eaten... lying in front of me is a fairly massive mound of pits. I can't "pretend" like I do with chips, crackers or cookies that I've really only had a few. I can see the olive carcasses, the gnawed-on remains of my feast. Ugh.

That's all for now. More thrilling posts to come.